“Twas the month before Christmas and shopping Avon”

’Twas the month before Christmas, the air crisp and clear,  
When stockings start stirring and holiday’s near.  
Shoppers all bustling, ablaze with delight,  
While stars twinkle festive in lavender night.

Through pages of Avon, so glossy and bright,  
A glimmering galaxy dances in light—  
Of perfumes and lipsticks and shimmering creams,  
And lotions that conjure the sweetest of dreams.

The snow whispers secrets on frosted front lawns;  
I circle my favorites—a delicate bronze!  
For Mom, scented lotions with roses in bloom,  
And Grandma gets powder to freshen her room.

For Dad, I’ve discovered a shave set of gold;  
Aglow with the promise of stories retold.  
For siblings, some balms for soft winter skin,  
And cute little critters for stuffing within.

With catalog open and cocoa in hand,  
I picture old Santa with list nicely planned—  
Not only with toys, but these treasures anew:  
Lip balms and serums, mascara in blue!

’Twas the month before Christmas and shopping Avon,  
With joy in each parcel and peace gently drawn.  
For nothing quite matches the faces alight,  
When they savor the gifts in the warm candlelight.

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